Jeanne lay on her plush, four-poster bed, her mind wandering to the upcoming visit from her Mandingo friends. She couldn't help the wicked grin that spread across her face as she thought about their skilled hands and the way they brought her to the brink of insanity. Their playful insults and the way they made her feel were never far from her thoughts.
With a sense of excitement, she reached for her phone, her fingers tracing over the numbers she knew by heart. She dialed their number, her heart racing as she waited for them to answer.
"Ah, Jeanne. We were wondering when we would hear from you," one of them answered, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
She smiled, her voice dripping with anticipation. "I was wondering if you gentlemen were free this evening."
Their laughter echoed through the phone, filling her with warmth. "For you, Jeanne, we are always free."
She hung up the phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood up, making her way to the shower, preparing herself for their arrival. She imagined their hands on her body, her skin tingling at the thought.
As she stepped into the shower, the water cascading down her body, she closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan as she imagined their touch. She washed herself, her hands exploring her body as she thought of theirs.
She finished her shower, stepping out with a newfound energy. She got dressed, choosing an outfit that accentuated her curves, knowing it would drive them wild. She looked at herself in the mirror, a confident smile on her face.
Jeanne was a strong and confident woman, and she knew what she wanted. She was in control, and she was ready for the Mandingo's magic touch.
End of Chapter One.
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